words to heal a broken world
The bar on the corner of Lawrence and Kimball plays muted Soul Train videos on vertical flatscreen televisions. Dancers’ limbs wobble, distorted by the sideways slant, threatening to snap like rubber bands and disappear from view. Piped in through the overhead speakers, an indy jazz …
Speak to me of absolutes, inescapable truths haunting the human experience Child rearing households stir in small hour stillness, soothing anxious fits of fright, calming consternation beside bedframes The craving for community meets desperation for internal intimacy. Seclusion quarrels solitude, camouflaged as the latter to …
Truth tellers are not always palatable. There is a preference for candy bars. Gwendylon Brooks Prophets’ words seep from split lips, scroll single file to form concentric circles between shoulder blades, targets upon their own backs. Truth spewers and sooth sayers, indignant, uncouth to the …
If I were a mythical creature, I would be a thestral. Empathy embodied Visible by way of vulnerability Present in pain. Unseen by those who have no need. Help the grieving to trust and fly. Photo credit: Donald Ogg
He said, it’s not worth your time to make that from scratch. My whisk flutters on. White florets burgeon Atop thriving basil leaves. Mind and prune with haste. When kneading bread dough, Be sure to punch it a bit, Good old fashion fun. Potatoes and …
